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inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-10-26 16:42:00

Current music:	My Chemical Romance- "House of Wolves"
Entry tags:	!active, day 28, l lawliet, lexie grey, location: cemetery, rorschach

Tell Me I'm a Bad Man, Kick Me Like a Stray. Tell Me I'm An Angel, Take This To My Grave
Who: Rorschach, L Lawliet, Lexie Grey, and the corpses of Laura Moon and Dean Winchester.
What: Experiment of dissection and mental anguish.
Where: The Graveyard
When: Day 28.
Rating: R at least.
Status: Active, ongoing

Rorschach gripped Lexie's wrist in one gloved hand, silent, his shifting ink-blot mask only slightly more expressive than the rigid face it covered. He had spoken six threatening sentences to the woman on the way to the graveyard, or what he considered sentences. Are disgusting whore. Deserve death. Responsible for others dying. Doctors corrupt. Are terrible person, will always be terrible person. Could have done so much more to help others, but chose not to. He was saving the next sentence, the one under his own will's power, for an audience of two. He knew that there would be another, and that his spare words would need to be heard by both if they had a chance to escape. Not that the masked hero was overly optimistic, even if that were to go absolutely flawlessly. As the cemetery came into sight, it became quickly apparent that everything was going as planned. There were two stylishly gothic stone slabs near the center of the graveyard, where two still and partially decomposed bodies rested peacefully. The only variant to the scene's atmosphere was a slender, white-clad figure standing near the slab of stone that supported Laura Moon's body. He was stroking the shoulder occasionally, or touching the hair, nodding and speaking as if carrying on a conversation.

From L's point of view, Laura was speaking to him. Her open eyes reflected more than moonlight, including recognition and relief. Rabbit. You'll save me, won't you? L was so absorbed in the imagined conversation that he didn't notice Rorschach's approach with Lexie.

Rorschach steered the doctor toward Dean Winchester's body, where a full array of medical and coroner's instruments were within easy reach. All he had to do was touch L's shoulder for the young man to turn and willingly accompany him to an overbearing tombstone. Rorschach knew to choose that one thanks to the taut cords that hung from one of the arms of the stone cross, as well as its orientation facing the quiet bodies and Lexie.

"Run, is trap..." Rorschach said in a forced, tense voice that was, for the moment, his very own to use as he pleased. L continued to murmur softly in Laura's direction, something about Kurt Vonnegut and "so it goes," ignoring the vigilante completely as Rorschach's hands bound him tightly to the tombstone.

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walters_journal
2009-11-10 02:18 am UTC (link)

Rorschach regarded Lexie sternly; not that she should be able to tell, beneath the eerily shifting patterns of his mask. "Am sorry; do not want it to happen this way," Rorschach said, reaching down for one of L's hands.

"Must start autopsies soon, or should be prepared for consequences," he said gruffly, back under management control once again. The fact that Lexie was hesitating meant that he'd have to do something about it. L's hands were like glass in his own strong, leather-coated ones. Aristocratic and spindly and slender, they were violinist's hands, skilled in intricate but, to Rorschach's mind, not practical arts. At the moment, Lexie's trained surgeon's hands were more valuable. "Can't break your fingers, whore, but have no problem breaking his. Will break one finger for every thirty seconds spent not making incisions." To demonstrate that he was serious, Rorschach twisted L's left index back sharply. There was a wet snapping sound that was jarring enough to distract L from his conversation with Laura. He stared at the strange angle the digit was hanging at, as if wondering who it belonged to. Already, the pain was starting to set in.

Laura was still speaking to L. Rabbit, you aren't going to let this happen to me, are you? How could you just watch this? Are you made of stone? I thought you loved me...

"I don't know... you left me..." L breathed, trying to ignore the pain in his finger. There were so many things going on at once... and now there was one too many to allow him to focus on them all. "It's hard to love someone who can't love you back."

But you did. You loved me, you said so. You were mine.

L shuddered in Rorschach's grip. "I don't know, Laura... you're dead... you're gone now..."

Do I look dead to you? Her eyes were so blue. She grinned impishly at him. Do you think I can't still make you feel so alive, Rabbit?

L hardly noticed when Rorschach snapped his middle finger. To Lexie, he'd look like he was on the verge of passing out from pain and stress, but he had no intention of doing so. Not with Laura talking to him like this, inviting him to prove himself the way Shadow had.

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